Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.